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Old Skool Politiks [Aug. 25th, 2016|10:20 am]
kornopolous
[Current Location |Anchorage, Alaska]
[mood |Snarky]
[music |Call me - Nancy Wilson]

Potatoe
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Peter Finch Primal Scream.. [Jul. 8th, 2016|01:25 pm]
kornopolous
[Current Location |Anchorage, Alaska]
[mood |disappointeddisappointed]

I'M MAD AS HELL AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE IT ANY MORE!!
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A Lesson in Entropy [Jul. 7th, 2016|11:58 am]
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[Current Location |Anchorage, Alaska]
[mood |accomplished]

What are your earliest memories?  Mine is the first day of kindergarten.  My mother was so proud that her first born was all ready to walk out the door on his own to school.  You know, one less crying kid in the house down.. 3 to go.  The night before, she made me a brown paper bag lunch, sandwich (don’t exactly recall what it was)  and PUDDING for desert.  She put the pudding in an empty baby food jar, put the filled jar in the brown paper bag and placed it in the fridge overnight.   I recall being so thrilled to be allowed to walk out the door on my own, unsupervised.  I was going on an adventure through the Shire (FYI, Marin, County, California in 1969 was the Shire.. trust me) Thankfully, this adventure into the unknown was just my step towards independence and education.
Sure, nap time and graham crackers are all I can recall about kindergarten, but hey, I was on my first steps.

Each step towards school was a bit of a chore, because I was so thrilled (i.e. easily distracted by the FREEDOM I was given, I had to remind myself to get to school.)   - Humming and singing (probably Disney songs…probably very loudly) along the way.  

Suddenly (you saw this interruption in the cosmic flow, didn’t you?) I hear a “kersplunk” (yes, “Kersplunk”) Stopped dead in my tracks to see a horrific site a 6 year old can witness; entropy in action.  The glass jar had been in the refrigerator overnight.. the walk outside had collected condensation outside the jar. The brown paper bag offers no real support for that much entropy… Kersplunk goes the pudding.

What else could I do?  Surely I could not attend such a momentous day without desert, could I?

Heck no!

Instead of crying about it, I resolved to fix the problem by marching right back home.. even though I was just one block away from school. 

Meanwhile, the school had instantly called my mother asking why I wasn’t there.

I’m sure this drove my mother insane.   When I came through the front door (guessing here) about five minutes after she got the call from school, she was A)  Relived and B)   frustrated.   I just held up my  to show my mother the empty and broken brown paper bag.  

Mom had to pack up me, and my three sisters in the car, drove me to school, with another lunch. (no pudding though) Where I probably arrived just in time for graham crackers, milk and nap time.

Later that afternoon, mom bought me a tin “Peanuts” lunchbox. 

TAKE THAT, ENTROPY!


 
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Word Salad d'jour [May. 29th, 2016|12:22 pm]
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Potatoe.
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Ode to Joy [May. 26th, 2016|12:49 pm]
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[Current Location |Anchorage, Alaska]
[mood |thankfulthankful]
[music |Lust for Life - Iggy Pop]

I lived 20 miles away in Sonoma Valley at the time.  My co-worker had a 1976 Honda Civic. In my humble opinion, there is no finer design in automobiles.  Granted, the engine had 200,000 miles racked up on it.  Sure the brakes needed a lot of work …and we had to use wires to pull on the windshield wipers when it rained – but it transported Rick and myself to a small palace of magic: the Cotati Cabaret at least three nights a week.

Summer,1985. That’s when I was inspired by a little old man named Vito (at least I’m mostly sure that was his name was.)  That small, shriveled, frail, silver haired old man did not let his physical appearance deter him from attending probably every single show, most every night. 

Vito would flail his arms and hips around (much as his hips would let him) and give out a joyous yelp.. no matter how good or bad the music was, Vito would take his spot on the dance floor.  His joy was contagious.  Everyone around him just smiled.  Girls would flock around him and dance to his zeal for life. Even the guys would grin. 

Be like Vito.
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Long time, no see [Apr. 28th, 2016|02:28 pm]
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Hi there.

Again, long time no see, Livejournal. I am sorry but Facebook is super shiny.

I cannot promise I’ll visit more – but I’ll try.

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The Mirror of Erised [Jul. 5th, 2015|12:13 am]
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[Current Location |United States, Alaska, Anchorage]
[mood |awake]

For the Muggles out there, The Mirror of Erised is a magical mirror that, when looking into it, would reflect our strongest desires.  Albus Dumbledore pointed  out to Harry that a content person, upon looking into this mirror would see themselves (content with their life)  Harry, having no parents (or loving family) saw his parents.

What would you see if you happened upon this mirror?
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Stuff [May. 10th, 2015|11:55 pm]
kornopolous
[Current Location |Anchorage, Alaska]
[mood |sleepysleepy]

There's lots to share about my life (99% of it is awesome)  It's so awesome, its sucking up time.. which I need to use for sleep at the moment

Post tomrrow.. I swear!
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Finally! [Apr. 15th, 2015|01:18 pm]
kornopolous
[Current Location |Anchorage, Alaska]
[mood |accomplished]
[music |Lets call the whole thing off - Billie Holiday]

Sorry for the lengthy absence.. but I've had trouble accessing my account until today!  (it’s been 2 friggin years!?)

Anyway, lots of observations thoughts and amusing stories to post..

For now, Hello again, Live Journal!
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How I spent my time at the Last Frontier Theater Conference [Jun. 14th, 2014|08:42 am]
kornopolous
[Current Location |Valdez, Alaska]
[mood |confusedconfused]

Last night, I was exposed to a concept that baffles me;  actors turning down free food.

Imagine if you will, a boat load of, actors, directors and playrigits stumbling off of an  Alaskan Glacier boat tour, all in high spirits.   The time was around 10pm which means there was just enough time to enjoy at least another hours’ worth of frivolity.  The tiny little restaurant “Fat Mermaid”  offered the Theater Conference attendees free food after the cruise.

I saw a small group of some of my favorite new actor friends (about 4 or 5) wander AWAY from the free food. This is a reaction from actors I have never seen or encountered before.  Strolling towards them, I urged them to join us for the free food Fat Mermaid was providing.    They smiled and said they had to get some “sleep” was their excuse. 

As I walked back towards the free food, I turned around and shouted “You’re not dedicated to your craft!”  Then proceeded to enjoy the free (delicious) free food.
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